mother

I hope my mother can see that I am looking for her footsteps
but getting confused by my own, the mud tracks left behind
only tell me of where she’s been and not of where she’s going,
should i keep going?

oh mother where art tho,
my feet won’t stop moving but my heart is nailed to the ground,
my head won’t stop spinning with every thought of you
I wish it was our future and not of our past,  
I wish it was of our love and not our end.

oh how I want it all to end,
the constant tugging on the skin,  
the whisper  
the figures,  
I’m scared
of the next corner,
of the next leap,
the next second ,
oh i want it all to end,
oh mother where are you?
where?
the footsteps you left
they are
fading..
fading ..
fading ..